Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Norwegian Christmas Carols # 19



I love this version of the old Norwegian Christmas Psalm "From Fjord to Seashore, from Mountain to Valley deep."
I am actually a bit low today. My Mom has been buried.
She loved  Christmas and especially the Christmas Hymns, so to honor her, I take time to blog one more Norwegian Psalm.
A special lady is singing and I also very much enjoy the pictures.
Here's the Norwegian lyrics.

Fra fjord og fjære

Fra fjord og fjære
fra fjell og dypen dal
et «Ære være!»
I dag gjenlyde skal.
Fra kirketårne
i fryds basuner støt
for Guds enbårne
som er i dag oss født;
nu er vi kårne,
nu er vi frelst av nød!


Til kirken samle
seg fra hver gård og grend
de unge, gamle,
av kvinner og av menn!
Vi ønsker eder
så glad en julefest,
Guds rikes gleder,
Guds fred i Jesus best;
hos hver som greder,
Vår Herre selv vær gjest!

Ha takk, som treder
til armods hytter ned!
Ha takk, som gleder
oss med din søte fred!
Kom inn, o Kriste,
tenn lys i hvermanns gård,
la isen briste,
gi varme snart og vår,
la ingen miste
hva godt din fødsel spår!

Tekst: M.B. Landstad
Melodi: H.O.C. Zinck

7 comments:

Lauren Davenport said...

Beautiful pictures. I'm praying for you.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. (Matthew 5:4) What a wonderful promise.

Sonja said...

Feliosl:

When my mother spent her first Christmas in heaven, a friend sent me this poem. I pass it along to you today and hope it brings a measure of comfort as you picture her there.

"I;ve spent my first Christmas in heaven, a glorious wonderful day
I stood with the saints of all ages who found Christ the Truth and the Way.

I sang with the heavenly chorus, just think, I who longed to sing, and oj, shat celestial music we brought to our Saviour and King.
We sang the great song of redemption how Jesus to Bethlemhem came, and how they had called His name Jesus, that all might be saved through that name.
We sang once again with the angels the song that they sand that blest morn, when shepherds first heard the glad story that Jesus the Saviour was born.
Oh dear ones, I wish you had been here, no Christmas on earth could compare, with all the rapture and glory we witness in heaven so fair!
You know how I always loved CHristmas, it seemed such a wonderful day, with all my loved ones around me, the children so happy at play.
Yes, now I can see why I loved it, and oh, what a joy it will be,
when you and my loved ones are with me, to share in the glories I see.
So, dear ones on earth, here's my greeting, look up 'til the day-dawn appears, and oh, what a Christmas awaits us, beyond all earth's partings and tears."

Love you and praying for you especially today.

Sonja

Annie said...

I've been thinking of you all week Elise. This is for your mother.

God our Father, Your power brings us to birth, Your providence guides our lives, and by Your command we return to dust.

Lord, those who die still live in Your presence, their lives change but do not end. I pray in hope for family,relatives and friends,
and for all the dead known to You alone.

In company with Christ, Who died and now lives, may they rejoice in Your kingdom, where all our tears are wiped away. Unite us together again in one family, to sing Your praise forever and ever.

Amen.

Amrita said...

Dear Felisol while we sing our carols our mothers are singing a new song in heaven, a song of praise

Jada's Gigi said...

Lovely poem that Sonya has shared. thinking of you this holiday with your mother so recently gone before....love you

Felisol - Elise Ljung said...

Thank you dear sisters, for encouragement and parers.
You know, I have also thought of my Mom being a part of the heavenly choir this Christmas. My aunt Aase may hopefully be among the soloists.
I think Händel is there conducting the Messiah.
The joy must be beyond understanding and words.
My Mom is here to, in the hand painted Christmas china, her embroidered tablecloths, the angels, youlnisse,
in every room of both my and her home. She's been so generously share her handicrafts with me and even my SIL and my friends. She is not easily forgotten.
She has fulfilled her race and is now at peace.
Rejoicing.

Mrs. Mac said...

May your sweet memories bring comfort as you look toward the day you will be reunited with loved ones. May the Peace of God bring comfort to your heart and home.